My Mother is My Hero

According to the Oxford Dictionary (2003), hero is defined as “person admired for bravery or other good qualities.” People usually refer heroes to well-known individuals that have particular features and outstanding achievements that distinguish them from ordinary people. In my case, my hero is not someone who is renowned in the world, but is significant to me personally. Moreover, she is someone who influences me the most. My mother is my hero.

My mother was born in a small city named Tanjung Balai in North Sumatera. She is the second youngest of her ten siblings. She went to a primary school in Tanjung Balai and later went to Penang to continue her secondary and high school. She told me that at first she was not good in her studies because her school in Penang uses Chinese language as the primary language and she had never learned the language. As a result, her teachers did not like her. However, there was one thing that made her stood out, which was she won a piano competition against the school’s top pianist. That top pianist was also the smartest in her class. Many people were astonished that my mom was able to defeat that top pianist. People then recognized her as a great piano player. After her high school graduation, she did not continue her studies in university because she wanted to work and earn money. Her first profession was a secretary at a music company. At the same time, she also had a part-time job as an organ teacher. In 1994, she married my father and gave birth to me in 1995.

There are plenty of reasons why I choose my mother as my hero. She only has me as her child, and because my father travels often, I have a strong bond with her. From the moment I was born until today, she has never stopped taking care of ...

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...happened during that worst riot day, but my mom told me that she had great difficulties in contacting my dad and it made her worry. Furthermore, she had problems in getting food for her and for me. My mom told me that I was still small so I need different kinds of nutrients. But what made my mom worry the most is the fact that we are Chinese, and she was afraid that people would come to our neighborhood and barged in to other people’s houses. Later that night, my dad returned home safely, and assured my mom that nothing had happened to him. Fortunately, people did not reach our area and we were all save.

In conclusion, my mom is a wonderful mom and I want to be like her when I become a mother. I hope that she can live a long and healthy life, so that after I graduate from the university and get a good job, I can repay her kindness and be a person she wants me to be.